Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.

orthopraxy 261

containment is necessary if life is to be kept in the outskirts
of ethical veils a true man is often deceiving to himself let the mirror lead
us to the kneeling chamber pure blue get a clue im not in soft cookie scented
pajamas anymore woman whore all the more follow that fellow he knows where to
score and take a tissue for the blood ransacked of the floods of dignity
dispelled in drought of love freedom the cosmetic side free of pungent
primordial scent does not an anchor serve to preserve what we claim is precious
fight snot nose kid get out if you don’t like it accident of lust and loss of
mind what we want is not what we sought after hear the engines grind Chopin
rings in the ear of what was innocent for only days and then the angels of
carnality lead the way to where her wings allegorically to be ripped of the
whipping back of martyrs run pretty momma go around shes ready gotcha little
cunt face first chipped tooth kiss the feet of the Queen of Angels and the DAs
assistant can scrape evidence from broken fingers after the appropriate forms
have been signed